, Zhiyu nodded silently.

Qingqing raised his eyebrows, raised the wooden flute in front of him, and suddenly let go and dropped it to the ground. Before anyone could react, when the flute was only a tenth of an inch from the ground, Qingqing suddenly raised his foot and swept the white jade flute towards the waiter.

I swept over and saw that the wooden flute accurately passed through the crowd of dozens of calves of different fat and thin sizes, and hit the skinny monkey guy hard on the ankle.

Before the waiter could stand up slowly, Qixue struck out with a soft whip, biting the waiter's wrist as fast as a silver snake. The luxurious dagger clinked to the ground in an instant, and all the children swarmed up and pulled the young master out of the skinny monkey's arms.

Now the tall and thin monkey boy had no belongings and no hostages, so he couldn't help but the children with all kinds of magic skills beat him up. In the elegant cabin, the cup and bowl seats fell to pieces. The boy

The harsh begging for mercy could be heard even across the river. After finally pulling away, the indignant child Zhiyu was about to turn around and say thank you to the two visitors.

When he turned around, he found that the strange guest and his own son had disappeared.

Qingqing and Qixue kept walking and went straight down to their simple rooms. When they heard footsteps approaching from afar, Qingqing hurriedly rolled up the package and gave one to Qixue: "Senior sister, you and I are divided into two groups.

Use the road to lead people away."

"Why do you have to bring it with you..." Qixue looked at the couch and saw that Mr. Wen's eyes were dull after his acupuncture points were tapped. He was sitting aside obediently, as docile as a rabbit.

"No time to explain!" Seeing that the weak and handsome young master was about to cough, Qingqing quickly covered the Wen family's young master's mouth, rolled up the package and carried him, and went down to the ground floor to prepare the cabin.

After fighting and robbing all the way, Qingqing didn't spend much effort, and took the hostage to a small spare raft. He went down the river, and soon the big boat disappeared in the vastness of the river.

"Young lady is so amazing." Young Master Wen suddenly spoke up after being silent for the entire journey.

Qingqing buried his head in rowing and did not answer. With seemingly a flick of the lever, the raft opened across the river and extended several feet away.

After a moment of silence, the young master asked again: "May I ask the girl your surname?"

"My surname is Ling..." Halfway through the sentence, Qingqing suddenly had an idea, "My surname is Lin, my surname is Lin, and my name is Qing."

"Miss Lin's flute skills are so good that the young man... ahem... opened his eyes." Mr. Wen endured the whole journey and finally coughed non-stop. "But if the girl wants to go south, she will go the wrong way."

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"Inverted?"

"That's right." Mr. Wen pointed to the stars in the sky, "The cross is facing south, behind you."

Looking up, Qingqing only regretted that she had not been able to follow Hengshen and learn astronomical skills. Without saying a word, Qingqing silently changed the course. Suddenly she raised her head and asked Mr. Wen: "What is your name?"

"The young man has a single name, and the word Li. Li in the morning. If the girl came to rob me, she naturally knows what the young man's last name is, right?"

"How come the son of the leader of Xizheng can't even throw the pot accurately from such a close range?"

When Wen Li heard this, he was not angry. He just said calmly: "I am born to be useful. Just like Li Zhiyu, Miss Li is not good at painting eyebrows, but her pair of 'cast iron fists' are much stronger than any of her peers."

After hearing this, Qingqing felt that it made sense. Wen Li suddenly became interested: "Is this how Miss Lin goes to Xuantan?"

Upon hearing the word "Xuantan", Qingqing's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

Wen Li still smiled unhurriedly: "Miss Lin, your skills are world-class and you carry your wooden flute with you. If you are not going to the Eight Music Club in Xuantan, why don't you go to eat catfish dumplings?"

The name "Bayinhui" is very unfamiliar to Qingqing. But he just doesn't want to tell anyone what he is worried about, so Qingqing said: "Yes, you are going too?"

"Xiaosheng... cough... looks like this." Wen Li's smile turned bitter, "I only have the blessing of cheering and watching the game beside the girl."

"If the girl won't give up, I hope the girl will show you a way."

Hearing Wen Li show off like this, Qingqing couldn't help but hide her mouth and said happily: "Do you know why I robbed you?"

Wen Li coughed violently again, then calmed down and said word by word: "If the girl has a grudge against my father, she should have let the enemy's guy kill me on the ship; after all, if he didn't tell me, how could you two find him?"

Come upstairs?"

It's really strange when you think about it. How could the noble son of Yushu Linfeng, the head of the West Lake family, leak his whereabouts so easily? It must have been Wen Xian's enemies who spread the news and wanted to cause chaos on the ship.

"So, from this perspective, Xiaosheng should also be grateful to Miss Lin for saving his life."

Qing Qing turned his back and was not greeted by Wen Li.

"Girl, destiny saved me. My family should repay the girl with some small gifts, which is very reasonable. When the young man sees his father, he will not treat the girl badly all the way."

"Huh." Qingqing thought helplessly to himself, "How can I use the money from West Lake?"

"It's just..." Qingqing thought Wen Li was about to cough again, so she turned her head, only to see her loving eyes shining with a deep and mysterious light, "It's just that if something happens to Xiaosheng along the way,

Not only will the girl not be able to get the hostage money, I'm afraid she won't even be able to go to Xuantan."

Qing Qing put on a look of disdain: "Would you like to hear the details?"

"The 'Bayinhui' is only about ten days old. If Miss Lin has a young boy by her side, she will naturally go straight down the river to ensure that she can't miss her big event. But if she can't even tell the difference between north and south..."

"That's fine." Qingqing turned his head and thought for a moment, "If you encounter a thin monkey and a fat monkey again, I'll make sure you save your life."

As the dust gradually faded away from the black fuel, Linghu Ziqin was still wearing a green robe, sitting alone by the Xuantan water. With her back to the green water and the vast surface of the pool, a calm and hoarse voice came from the other side: "

Leader Linghu is so excited."

Ziqin was slightly surprised and turned around. Sure enough, there were more than one person walking: "Why does Master Wen like to take care of Nanlin's family affairs?"

"Master Qin doesn't like Ruixin Pagoda's business?" Wen Xian was not to be outdone. He must have known about the birthday gift head.

Looking at the vast pool of water, the smoke is thick, and I don't know how many literati and elegant guests have sang and composed music here, and shared the eight-note meeting. Ziqin slowly admired the water view, ignoring Wen Xian as he walked forward.

"I once made a bet with Master Nan, saying that this year is the eleventh day of the Chinese New Year, and Master Dongqin will definitely reward you."

"I don't need the leader of Xizheng to worry about the consequences of my coming down the mountain. It's just..." Ziqin swung the string sword from his sleeves with a clang, "It's just that I haven't listened to the song 'Lotus of the Water' for a long time, and the season has come.

I miss autumn very much."
Chapter completed!